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five 'misfits' to one house in chicago. welcome to the madness. {indie oc rp account. they are all of my creation, i just don't own their gorgeous faces.}

[misfitsofchicago]

megan is back you guys

MEGAN IS BACK

[misfitsofchicago]

Hey bb its Megan. I'm thinking of bringing Brandon back. Thoughts?

I JUST

I JUST

I'M I SAW YOUR BACK AND I'M

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[misfitsofchicago]

hi hannah this is megan hope everything is gr8 c: *gives you fuzzy blankets and tea* ok byeee

MEGAN

MEGANNNNNN

[roybrookserinyork-deactivated20]

"So an I love you actually means: babysit my baby, you hoe?", he grinned. “Is that what you mean?".

[misfitsofchicago]

"It sounds bad when you put it like that," she turned to him with a smirk, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. "I'm kidding. You know I would only say it if I meant it."

[roybrookserinyork-deactivated20]

He was about to mock her just when she said those final words and decided to keep his mouth shut. He put an arm around her and kissed her forehead. “I love you too, hormonal crazy woman". Oops, he couldn’t help himself.

[misfitsofchicago]

Chance leaned into him as he wrapped his arm around her, smiling. "I'm not crazy, by the way," she pushed his shoulder slightly. "I just told you I loved you, you better babysit for me."

[roybrookserinyork-deactivated20]

"Yeah, a broken uncle", he shook his head. “Well, I’m with you and the baby now", he told her in an obvious tone. “So, you know, enjoy me, bitch", he grinned.

[misfitsofchicago]

"I'm glad you're here, Roy," she said suddenly, nudging his shoulder with hers. "I love you, you know? Don't make fun of my sappiness, I'm pregnant and hormonal."

[roybrookserinyork-deactivated20]

"He wouldn’t mind to see me laugh while you cry? Well, that’s a good boyfriend", he chuckled.

[misfitsofchicago]

"No, he wouldn't be fine with that, actually. He would probably break your nose," she gave him a smirk, "and I'd slap you. But I want you there, because your like this baby's uncle."

[inboxideas]

My muse is drunk, your muse offers to take them home. How does the rest of the night pan out?

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[inboxideas]

My muse comes to yours bleeding from a minor but painful wound, how do they react?

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[misfitsofchicago]

Magic Anons!

Hot Lips: Aren't you the yummiest thing? Everybody who comes into your askbox finds themselves suddenly wanting to kiss you!

Social Pariah: Oh dear. You have an aura of repulsion around you which means your friends, lovers, and enemies find themselves unable to bear being near you for long.

Rumour Has It!: Psst, have you heard that one about....? You might not have, but everyone else has heard a bunch of delicious rumours about you. If you're particularly unfortunate, they may even have reached the news. Anon specifies the rumour.

In Heat: Someone's a little bit *needy*. Actually, you're so overcome with lust that you really, really need something to happen. Like, right now. And you'll whine pitifully until you get it.

Howl: You are now a werewolf, and sugar, it's full moon. Have fun with that.

Sensory Deprivation: You've just lost one of your five senses. Oh no! Anon specifies which you lose.

Freaky Friday: You just swapped bodies with one of your friends! Anon specifies who.

Sick: Oh dear, you're a little bit poorly with ------ [anon specifies]. Rest up, and get cuddles and chicken soup!

The Stork Has Come: Congratulations! You have a bundle of joy on the way!

Arrow of Cupid: You suddenly fall head over heels in love with whomever the anon specifies.

Blades at Dawn: Oh dear, you suddenly are filled with a desire to fight with everyone you meet!

Violet, Sebastian: Whatever your gender is, you're now something else.

Mutant and Proud: You're now a mutant. Anon specifies what your power is...and who you work for.

He's Gone: In an alternate universe, they're dead. Gone forever. Anon specifies who.

The Unsub: You suddenly have unholy rage, a score to settle, and a weapon to do it with.

[lupushumana-deactivated20131015]

...My muse disappears and was announced dead, after a few months. But, five years later, they appear on your doorstep. What's your reaction?

[misfitsofchicago]

☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme

Ask me things while I wait to post.

1: What does their bedroom look like?

2: Do they have any daily rituals?

3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

6: Eating habits and sample daily menu

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

9: Makeup?

10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

11: Intellectual pursuits?

12: Favorite book genre?

13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?

16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?

17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

18: Favorite beverage?

19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

27: What is their biggest regret?

28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

31: Most prized possession?

32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?

33: Concept of home and family?

34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

36: What makes them feel guilty?

37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

40: How misanthropic are they?

41: Hobbies?

42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

43: Religion?

44: Superstitions or views on the occult?

45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

47: How do they express love?

48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

[misfitsofchicago]

I'm gonna be gone today because I'm doing some much needed shopping therapy so yeah ok bye

[misfitsofchicago]

"Yeah, yeah. I was just going to tell you that I finally heard my baby’s heartbeat. And I cried."

[roybrookserinyork-deactivated20]

"Really? That’s cool. I would’ve loved to be there. I bet your face was priceless"

[misfitsofchicago]

"If you want to come next time, you can. I don't think Andrew would mind..."

[misfitsofchicago]

Happy munday guys~

[cittamemes]

Send me a "✿" for my character's reaction to a marriage proposal from yours

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[misfitsofchicago]

welcome back || icarance

[icarusdaluson-deactivated201407]

   Icarus was helpless as Chance slid to the cold concrete. Under any other circumstance, he’d be there sitting beside her or helping her to stand. But at this moment it was clear she wanted him nowhere near her. While he hadn’t been expecting a welcoming party, Icarus at the very least expected to feel some sort of relief at meeting her again. As her tears began to flow freely, all Icarus wanted—besides to not have been the cause of them—was to swipe them away with his thumb and tell her it would be okay. It was all right because he was there now and nothing else really mattered anymore.

   Right?

   He watched in utter silence as she smudged her own tears away with her hand and his stomach filled with dread. At her accusations, Icarus wanted to explain himself. He opened his mouth, but he knew all his excuses would fall short. Surely she didn’t want to hear any of them now. It was too late for that. It didn’t matter how difficult it was for him to start a letter to her, the fact of the matter was that he’d never done it. He should have known how much that would have hurt her. He hadn’t left a number for her to even reach him at. Stupid, stupid! his mind snickered.

   “I’m sorry," whispered Icarus, unsure of whether or not she even heard him. Chance went on, continuing, and as she did, he nodded. (What else was there for him to do?) He was glad, happy for her even that she’d found someone else to take care of her. Someone, apparently, whose feelings she reciprocated. That stung more than anything else she’d uttered so far. During the time that he’d known her, Icarus’ feelings for Chance flourished rapidly—but secretively. He could never tell her he loved her, could never ruin whatever it was that they had. Of course she loved this other man more than she did Icarus. She never did love him to begin with, not in the way he wanted.

[misfitsofchicago]

"You keep giving me that fucking puppy dog look like you're the victim here, but you aren't." She took a step away again and her hands moved instantly to her hair, gripping it hard to take her mind off of the situation at hand. "May I remind you that you're the one who left me, the one who never bothered to call, the one who showed up on my doorstep a year later and -- I guess -- expected everything to be perfect." And that was it, Chance's tears started again, and in her frustration she kicked the tire of her car, before leaning against it once more, her hands folded on the top of it and her head resting on them, trying once more to calm herself down. 

Without bothering to wipe at her tears, she turned back to him, her arms crossed over her chest. "The worst part is that I knew I was losing you to her, that I couldn't do anything to stop you. God, Icarus, you didn't even say goodbye," and the tears had started again, and she tried to blink them away rapidly, shaking her head. "But I guess I just didn't mean enough to you anymore, did I? I stopped meaning anything to you when you met Naomi. And that's a load of bullshit, by the way, considering I'd been there for you longer than she ever had. I guess it just didn't matter that you, my only goddamned friend in this whole town, left me. You fucking ruined me, Icarus. I cried myself to sleep for a whole damn month. So you don't get to play like you're the victim, because you hurt me so much more than anything I'm saying to hurt you. That pain you feel inside right now? Multiply that by about ten, and you'll feel the betrayal and loss and hurt that I felt."

Chance's tears had finally stopped again, as if she didn't have anymore to cry. Unknowingly she'd made her way to be face to face with Icarus, only inches apart. "So tell me, what made you think that everything was going to be okay? You betrayed me, you abandoned me, and you can't even begin to imagine how much it hurt me. But as soon as I put my life back together, as soon as I decided to start a family, here you are, wrecking everything again." She pushed past him and moved to stand in front of her door, raising an eyebrow. "So tell me, what are you doing here? Why did you decide to leave your lovely little Naomi to break my heart? Because seeing you here hurts so damn much, Icarus, that I'm finding it hard to even function right now."